Category: finger tips

• February 15, 2023

  Creative Writing: To Be A Poet

  To be a poet is a complicated task for the human soul. It requires a desire to give words to indescribable experiences. To lean on the feelings that bring up thoughts that surpass comprehension. Expressing notions that many shun to think of. Poetry can be a lonely road that few choose to walk down for…
• April 13, 2022

  Open Fingertips

  Smile with the corners of your eyes. Laugh from the depth of your heart. Put no breaks on your ending. Give no date to the moment you start. Just toss your hair and feel the weightless strands sliding between your open fingertips. Love always, Esha <3
• March 25, 2022

  The Mission of Writers

  Writing is a nasty business. One minute you’re speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters…
• March 7, 2022

  Didn’t Hold You

  Baby don’t worry about it Shorty didn’t hold you tight Didn’t lock you down No ring on a finger So there’s no need to stay around Who took care of whom? Go on, you can’t rely on the self-absorbed You can’t love a narcissistic When your parent was in the hospital They was absent Left…
• February 22, 2022

  My Flesh

  this flesh, my flesh is soft, succulent and brown a hue passed down from my Grandpappy it’s moisture maintained by shea butter these are the lips that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes full and shiny like the sunrise hands that cradled water from many streams used to toil, eager to clean these are the…
• February 8, 2022

  Dirty Nails

  I’m over it, I’m under it, I’m driving past it, I’m beyond it But the remnants of it… Still brothers me Like dirt under fingernails on freshly washed hands I think of it constantly Looking for a file to even out the jagged edges And clean out the dust particles of yesteryear At least I…
• November 6, 2021

  Love Is
• October 14, 2021

  Horizon

  Horizon You words are like fingertips touching the edge of the horizon during sunset. They make me feel warm inside. Love always, Esha <3
• May 30, 2021

  Unreleased: Snow Globe

  Snow Globe We skate figure 8’s Arm’s stretched out-wide to catch the draft We live for the moment There is thrill in our laugh Wearing a coat too big to fit Trekking through the slush But it fails to penetrate insulated boots Strong enough to crush acorns with Mittens keep cozy fingers untouched From winter’s…